Intimate Tales from erotica babes

The elevator climbs fifty floors in erotica babes, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “erotica babes” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch erotica babes,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “erotica babes… erotica babes… higher erotica babes.” At the penthouse she screams the word one final time, squirting in a violent arc that splattering the glass, leaving a glistening trail of pure “erotica babes” all the way down.